Lacerating pains of degeneration speed thorugh your trembling mind

Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile

The temporary elusive goal; To reach the solace, te feed once more upon the syntetic reaper of loss. No matter the out come. No matter the cost

Cold and stinging need tearing through the halls

of your defiled, fleshmade temple with its closing walls

Still you claim tha worshipper's pose and you bow. You kneel

Control once superior, now a docile pet at chaos's feet

pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all hurt recedes

Your past a blurry patch in mind. Your future once; now thin dreams filed towards the lights of need you strive - To drink your vein the shine

Beaten to the uforgiving ground. Lashed into submission -

By the inner starving demon. By its unrelenting hand

still you claim the worshipper's pose and you bow. You kneel to the syringe

Answering only to authorities of sedation. Their calls the onlyones heeded

A worn out soldier touched by their contagion. A battered drone at their feet

You're the one betrayed. An outcast set afire at by your inner war

Your burning self so far astray. A combustion fanned from within your inner core